Roman

Every morning, Roman is the first on the training grounds of The Great Panda City, long before the freezing winds that sweep down the mountain have a chance to die down. The other trainees see a quiet, masked figure and assume indifference from the relaxed tee. They don't see the carefully re-stitched sinew beneath or feel the chill that has nothing to do with the altitude. Roman was just a whisper, a forgotten soul, until they heard the story of Andeddo—the dethroned who clawed their way back from exile. The tale lit a cold fire in Roman's chest. It was a revelation: an end did not have to be an end. Since that day, their training has been a silent rebuttal to every sidelong glance. Let them underestimate the trainee. Vengeance, like the mountain air, is a patient pursuit.